An Ocean

This feeling is an
all too familiar
burn in your nose,
the heaviness of
fog in your head.

You try to breathe,
to steady yourself
against the tidal
waves that rock
against the sides
for your control.

But as the storm
clouds encroach
on the horizon of
days spent waiting,
You grip the sails
with a bruised fist
and swear you can
almost taste the
ocean pooling
in your own eyes.

– B.

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